29: The Asylum hint

When Johnson left, I went down to the kiosk near the entrance of the hotel where we lodged, I bought the current catalogue of ‘houses for rent’ in berlin. I also bought two new T-Mobile sim cards and went back upstairs.
I scanned through the catalogue and found some houses in the area I wanted. The Neukoln area where we lodged had too many Nigerians. As a drug dealer, I didn’t need many Nigerians to know where I lived and that was exactly what was going to happen if I had chosen to stay in that area. Since Neukoln was in the south, I decided to go to the Northern Berlin area called Pankow.

I called the owners of the first house, they said the electric heater got spoilt and would be repaired in a week’s time.
I called the second one, it was a one-bedroom apartment. The cost was €400 per month.
The next one on the catalogue was a 2-bedroom apartment. The price was €600, I went for that one.

Since my Portugal permit couldn’t be used to rent a house in Berlin, I called Akunne and he arranged for German documents to rent the house. I went to his shop and we drove to the office of the house agents. We paid for two months as the rent law demanded in Germany. I went back to the hotel and picked up my bags. Jennifer and I hired a yellow cab and drove to the address.

The apartment in Pankow was as they wrote in the catalogue. It was perched at the top of a three storey medieval styled house. It had two rooms and a parlour. A bed in each of the two rooms. A heater in each room and the parlour. A keller (an under ground store at the base of every building in Germany), an electric cooking gas, a fridge, and a wardrobe.
We dropped our bags and went outside to the Aldi Super market along our street. We bought two cooking pots, knives, some beers, spoons, rice and many more food items.

Towards the evening after eating scrambled eggs Jennifer had made, we went to the Electronic market in the Charlottenburg district of Berlin and bought a TV, a DVD player and some Sci-Fi movies called Stargate SG-1.

In the night, we watched movies and kissed. Jennifer was surprised at the massive structures and the beauty of Berlin. She confessed that Lisbon was a village compared to Berlin. After the movie, we went to bed and discussed what was next for her. She admitted that she would so much love to stay with me in the house but I told her that the police would definitely stop her someday. Berlin is not a place where you escape the police net for long. I wanted her out of the way too. Love was important but I was about to initiate a drug war with the Arabs. There could be stray bullets and victims. I didn’t want Jenny to be caught on a crossfire. It was true that I fearlessly dominated the Arabs during my days in Brandenburg but I had lost a lot of ground during my Portugal days. And now that there was someone in my care, I didn’t want to front myself like I did before.

”Baby, You are going to the asylum camp next week. I will begin to tell you a story on how you came to Europe and every other info you need to know” I said.
She kept quiet. I kept quiet too, the point had been made and pursuing it at that moment could have caused unnecessary panic or anger. I allowed it to sink.

The next morning, I called Johnson and asked him to get me Fadi’s phone number. He said he had it.
He sent the number to me through text message a few minutes later.

I called Fadi. He was surprised to hear from me after months of absence. He talked about my disappearance from Brandenburg. He said he heard I had left Germany. I told him that I relocated to Berlin and upgraded my operations. I told him that I imported goods directly from Amsterdam and Eindhoven in the Netherlands. He was totaly amazed. He complained how dull business was in Brandenburg and wanted to know if I could fix him up with Holland connection too. I was told back in Brandenburg that it was him who told the police where I hid my goods. Although we never discussed it but I believed it was true.
We agreed to meet in Savana night club Berlin the following night.

I called Johnson back and told him that I was going to meet with Fadi the following night. He told me to be careful since Fadi had a gun. I heed his advice but I knew Fadi wasn’t going to come to a Night Club with a weapon, though one can never rule out many possibilities in drug circle. As a precautionary measure, I called Fadi back and asked him to meet up with me at the McDonalds in Zoo garden station; an open place where hundreds of people walked every given minute of the day and night.

I went outside and got a pen and exercise book. The asylum camp for Jennifer project was about to begin.
We started with names. I wrote everything down for her.

Her name was to become Jennifer Ebot, A Camerounian from the Northwest province of Bamenda.
Her father was a native doctor while her mother had joined the church with her two children Solomon and herself.

During my own asylum interview, I had told the authorities I was from Bamenda and that my father was a native doctor. I had told them that my mother had joined the church too with me and my younger sister.
I wrote down the name of our Rev. Father and every other information linking us up.

I told Jennifer to tell them that his brother had been taken away by the Rev. Father who later said that he had sent him abroad. We perfected the story and reviewed it over and over again.
According to our story, Jennifer was my younger sister whom I had told the Germans that disappeared with my mother back in Cameroun. She had ran to a neighbouring country called Nigeria with my mother after the government forces had arrested our father.
They had lived in a church building in Warri Nigeria until she met a white man who worked with an oil company. The oil worker had dated her for a few months and had promised to send her abroad.
She had been taken to a large cargo ship some weeks later and had found herself in this strange place.
She had left the ship weeks later at a seaport which she had forgotten its name. She had followed a train which had stopped her in Berlin where she approached a Police man who brought her to whichever asylum camp she would be going later.

The plan was to make Jennifer approach the Police in Berlin and start her story from there. Police were generally sympathetic to women. The laws of Germany protected women more than anything else.
When we finished the story, Jennifer was confident and happy. She thought it was fun.
If our plans work, the Germans would someday, link Jennifer up with me if they could find me. Their database would tell them that we were related. There would be a DNA test to confirm that but that would only happen if we didn’t recognize each other or if I had been given the German resident permit since it would mean a family re-union.

Solomon Ebot and Jennifer Ebot, who somehow came from the same Bansuo in Bamenda Cameroun, who also reported that the government forces had arrested their fathers could not be a mere coincidence.

It was a nice gamble. Not that I wanted it that much but I wanted Jennifer to have some kind of attachment to my existence in Germany. It would give her a massive sense of belonging too. It could help her later or it could destroy her asylum. It was a two edged sword.

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